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Sunday, September 9, 2012

NRA - The Wages of Peace

[Originally posted at Slacktivist (page 4).][Based on the idea of a global broadcast of the Antichrist's plan to commit nuclear mass murder being sent out as suggested in the main post, and yet that not hindering the Antichrist's domination of the world in the least.]

The entire world had stopped. After eighteen months spent connecting
even the most remote populations to the global communications network
and teaching them a common language it seemed this was the moment
everything had been building toward, a single revelation. The knowledge
that their benevolent leader wasn't really benevolent.

Both sides had stopped the fighting in the war torn streets of
Washington, though no order had been given. They stood peacefully
listening to the recently installed emergency loudspeaker network.

In the remote Amazon a tribe that first came into contact with the
outside word a mere seven months ago listened to the signal in their new
language, confident that this was why they learned the word "Megaton".

In the freshly constructed buildings of New Babylon rebellion began
to form in the minds of the population as they came to understand that
what they had been building was not peace.

Then, the voice changed. Everyone on earth knew that he was now addressing them, not some unseen interlocutor:

"Do you think that I did not know you were listening? I wanted you
to hear and I thank those who sent the signal out. They were working
for me, even if they did not know it. Why else would I have given them
the ability to bring you this message?"

What had moments ago seemed clear was now replaced by confusion. The
entire population of the world collectively held its breath, waiting to
hear what would come next.

"My colleague was correct, the USGB did need to be taught a lesson.
So too does the rest of the world. We knew when we started this journey
that peace would not be easy. From prehistory war has been a part of
the human condition, change is hard. Sometimes it takes tough love.

"As your leader I love all of you, even the ones in rebellion, and it pains me to see even a single human life be lost.

"But those who would destroy our peace must be taught a lesson, as
much as it pains me. The world must be taught a lesson. If humanity is
to become a species of peace this lesson must be learned.

"And, unfortunately, lessons of this nature are the hardest sort. Punishment only works if it is swift, severe, and unexpected.

"So our response has been immediate, London was the beginning and,
though it pains me to teach this lesson, by the end of the day 99 other
cities will suffer the same fate. Ten cities from each of the ten
regions of the world.

"Is this severe? Yes. Unfortunately. As it must be. It is
also, by necessity, unexpected. Even those who planned to shatter our
peace while the rest of us were content to live in it could not have
anticipated a response such as this.

"But, though it weighs on my heart like lead, this punishment is
necessary. It is why 10 percent of the world's weapons were not
destroyed. So that the peace might be kept.

"Today will be remembered by history as a dark day, perhaps the
darkest day of all, but rest easy knowing that the destruction serves a
higher purpose. After today, who would dare make war?

"Those cities we lose today are, of course, tragic in their ending,
but it is simply the wages of peace. And peace is something we can all
believe in.

"I have taken enough of your time. Please excuse my interruption and go about your day."

The broadcast ended. Most of the world returned to normal, content
that the darkness of the day was necessary for a brighter tomorrow.

Those on the streets of Washington remained standing as they had
while they listened. The fighting did not resume. They lingered where
they were, waiting for the higher purpose they had been promised. Their
imminent demise did not bother them. It was simply one of the wages of
peace.

The few not under Nicolae's spell fled, as fast as they could, save
for the ones that remained to beg their comrades to flee. The begging
had no effect.